There’s a strange feeling that sits right at Noritoshi’s stomach whenever he sees you smile.

He can never really figure out why—and he often blames it on maybe not eating enough. He rarely sees you anyways, only in special occasions like these.

“um…so how are things?”

He blinks, seemingly taking in you appearance.

You’re much like him, stuck in a clan that expects the uttermost out of you. But in great contrast, you seem to care little. He feels…intrigued.